About different kinds of human feelings
The yesterday life's dreams.
The minutes passed
So years were comprised.
But memory's still sleeping,
The dreams are messed
By harden tights
Of shyness, lies.
Love doesn't deceive,
It only does an ill,
The line of treachery
Steps over.
Leave love alone
There is another will:
From centuries of dark
Revenge comes forward.
With spider's web
It catches the heart
By poison's drop
Peace is banished.
But leave revenge
And heart alone,
And torture after all
Will vanish.
Sweet lie has sneaked behind the sole
And winds around the body.
Deceived by words of flatter
Appears mist of boredom.
But lie is good for fools.
Sincerity is a pleasure.
It can keep secrete nothing -
Of deeds the measure.
Where's sincerity, there's envy like a worm
That wears away the mind.
It brings severe cold instead of warm -
And no the way to hide.
When envy has the will to nothing -
Impossible to bear.
It leads to cold and madness.
What feeling has the sole to wear?
What is the real happiness?
Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2007-02-27 at 13:23
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Feelings
Let's recollectThe yesterday life's dreams.
The minutes passed
So years were comprised.
But memory's still sleeping,
The dreams are messed
By harden tights
Of shyness, lies.
Love doesn't deceive,
It only does an ill,
The line of treachery
Steps over.
Leave love alone
There is another will:
From centuries of dark
Revenge comes forward.
With spider's web
It catches the heart
By poison's drop
Peace is banished.
But leave revenge
And heart alone,
And torture after all
Will vanish.
Sweet lie has sneaked behind the sole
And winds around the body.
Deceived by words of flatter
Appears mist of boredom.
But lie is good for fools.
Sincerity is a pleasure.
It can keep secrete nothing -
Of deeds the measure.
Where's sincerity, there's envy like a worm
That wears away the mind.
It brings severe cold instead of warm -
And no the way to hide.
When envy has the will to nothing -
Impossible to bear.
It leads to cold and madness.
What feeling has the sole to wear?
What is the real happiness?
Poetry by Alla Antares
Read 465 times
Written on 2007-02-27 at 13:23
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